"No, but I have met with good friends."
"Has Ezra Little treated you better than he has Harold?"
"Ezra Little took me into his store, and after a few week discharged me, as a result of Loammi's meanness and falsehood. I met with other friends, secured another situation, and I am able to help you, Mr. Kent. I want you to find better rooms."
"But I cannot pay the rent of these."
Scott drew out his pocketbook and selected five ten-dollar bills.
"Take this," he said, "and when you have moved I will see what more I can do for you."
"Fifty dollars!" ejaculated the artist, in amazement. "Can you afford this?"
"Easily. I will tell you later how I have prospered."
"Won't you stop and eat supper with us, Mr. Walton?" asked Mrs. Kent.